(Intro)
Matter of fact part 2 of the box
Imma start off the same and imma flip the script quick

Oh I feel like a N***a (Hold up)

(Verse 1)
(Uh, uh) From the bottom of the barrel where it’s real gritty
Bitch in the back sucking on her titties
Came from the dirt
That shit Hurt!
Knew a n***a named Burt
He worked at Walgreens with me
He was from the inner city
I said, “Burt, How you feel about Trump?”
He said, “Man I gotta take a dump
Can ya, Cover my shift
Cause I gotta shit
I got diarrhea”

(Intermission)
Fuck! I don’t know what I was gonna say after that
I ain’t done hold up

(Verse 2)
I got diarrhea
Man I’m dying please help me
I gotchu bro
Chelk me
Selk me, Belk me, relk me, chelk me
Chika-chika wik-wiki riki-riki riki dookie butt
Uh, So I hop to Walgreens
Like, “Yo!
Can I get some help on isle 3?”
There’s a spill
With a mop
Man fuck it im finna call the cops
This n***a hoein me
Talkin bout sum
There ain't no showin me
But imma show a n***a
What a real n***a look like
Your girlfriend look like a dyke
Do you know how to ride a bike?
Training-wheel ass n***a
Pain to kill ass n***a
Poppin pills ass n***a
Ain't got no bills ass n***a! (Uh)
So I hopped back home
Called Burt said, “Ay, listen up
Covered your shift
Imma need a quick buck”
Maybe a quick suck n fuck
But not from Burt!
From the bitch next door
She’s quite the whore
I really wanted some of that gushy pussy
I said, “Burt, don’t be pushy”
But tell her, “Ay, this n***a wanna fuck”
Im just tryna bust a nut
Thats all I want
Nothing more nothing less
She said sure
Thank you for the dollar (donation noti)
Uh, holla
Bitches in the Bahamas
Talking dolla
Talking hot shit till they get SMACKED UP!
DONT ACT UP!
AHHH